I love that a lot of my friends feel they can come to me and vent about their problems, that they feel they can confide in me. I really do. It makes me feel great to help them. But when I'm hurting just as much as they are, I feel pretty useless. I try to stop thinking about my own hurt in order to help them. Sometimes it works. Sometimes not. Today is not one of the good days.
In more positive news, I have tentative plans to go to Iowa City for my birthday next week. I do have to work till 3 or 4, but then I'm off to dinner with my girls at Brown Bottle and then out for drinks. Then on Sunday, I'm going shopping with my mom and sister. I really can't wait. I've missed everybody mentioned so, so much. I really want to move to Iowa City/Coralville/North Liberty/whatever in the worst way so that I can actually see them more often. Des Moines is great, but I don't feel as if I have any true friends here, except for RJ.
Merf. I suppose I should make some dinner and chillax.